So, I'm back to square one, begging in Central Park. I'm on the street, and a crowd is gathered on the benches on both sides of the path, watching me juggle.

A large rat, with a large tail, comes out of the shrubs behind the benches on the east side. A dozen people or so jump to their feet. They stare at the rat, who is scurrying under a 200 pound blond woman in a white blouse who is sleeping.
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